The Smut Restrained Blog Hop from the lovely folks over at Smut.UK is going on now until 27th January. It’s a celebration of bondage and being tied up, with hot and sexy excerpts from a variety of erotica authors and some great prizes to be won!
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As this hop is all about being tied up, I’m sharing an excerpt from Coming, Ready or Not: Three Tales of Tease and Denial, which contains both mental and physical bondage:
Excerpt:
“Don’t move, Abby.”
I feel your weight shift and move off the bed, hear your footsteps padding across the room, then a drawer opening and closing, metal on metal, something rustling…
I feel so alive, my body tingling with a heady mix of nerves and excitement as I wonder what will happen this time. I want so much to raise my head, to look across at you and see what is making that noise.
I could move. There is nothing to keep me there. No rope, no chains. Nothing except my submission to you, my wish to please you; holding me there as securely as any restraint. Well, that and the burning sensation across the cheeks of my bum from the caning you’ve just given me! I really don’t want to provoke another punishment like that, so I lie still and watch the late evening sunlight slant across the ceiling, holding onto that picture in my mind and trying not to think about what is to come.
A cooling breeze drifts over my bare skin and I feel my nipples harden. Despite my attempts to stay calm, a recent memory bursts into my head… your fingers pinching and twisting my nipples, making me writhe and squirm against the pain. I take a quick, unsteady breath, having to force myself to stay in place.
The noise comes again, closer now. Definitely metal on metal. And something else.
I swallow hard as anticipation and imagination take flight, providing me with more thoughts than I wish for of what you might be about to do, though I know I will find out soon enough.
I jump as you put something down on the bedside cabinet. You sit next to me and take my hand, stroking my palm gently with the tip of your thumb.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?”
I look up at you and open my mouth to speak but no sound comes out. You smile, watching me.
“Well?” Your hand drifts across the curve of my hip.
I moisten my lips and manage… “No, Sir.”
“Would you like me to tell you?”
I don’t know what to say. Not knowing is bad enough, but knowing what is coming, waiting for every last thing… I don’t know which is worse.
“Too late,” you say, your smile deepening. “So. This is what’s going to happen to you… I’m going to spread your legs and tie them in place, leaving you all exposed, just like I did last weekend. Then I’m going to tease you. My fingers could wander anywhere and there’ll be nothing, nothing at all, that you can do.”
My eyes widen and I can’t stop a rush of excitement and trepidation. I know I won’t be able to close my legs or protect myself and I only just stop myself from squirming at the thought. I am already so aroused. How could I not be after the last few days? I say a fervent prayer that this time I can hold on.
“It turns you on, doesn’t it?” you say. “The idea of being defenceless and exposed.”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Doesn’t it?” You grab my nipple and twist it hard.
I yelp. “Yes, Sir. Yes, it does.”
“Good girl.”
You release my nipple, for now.
“I hope I don’t have to tell you again that you are not allowed to come without permission.”
“No, Sir.”
“Or that the penalties for disobeying me this time would be severe.”
“No, Sir.”
“Glad to hear it.” Your hand cups my breast and I moan softly as you lightly brush my skin.
“I’m going to get you so close over and over again, and then I’m going to keep distracting you at the last minute.”
“Oh, Sir.” I start to sit up, apprehension making me forget for a moment that you told me not to move. “But I-”
“Keep still, I said.” You push me gently, but firmly back against the mattress. “I did say you could come, and you will, but only when I say so. Did you really think I’d make it so easy for you?”
“No, Sir. I’m sorry.” I try to relax, your words echoing in my head.
You tilt my chin up, making me look into your eyes. “And one more thing, you’ll have to hold back for as long as you can, because I’m going to whip you when you come. Not for punishment, but simply because it pleases me.”
Again, I don’t know what to say. That push-pull of pain and pleasure – please don’t, oh but please do… Already the idea of being made to wait any longer feels unbearable.
You take a firm grip on my wrists, forcing them above my head, back against the pillow. Before I can react I feel the cold, inescapable metal of a handcuff clicked tight around my wrist. Metal on metal – that’s what that noise was, the chink of the metal cuffs. But what was the other sound?
You link the cuffs through the iron posts at the head of the bed, securing the other cuff around my right wrist.
“Comfy?” You grin.
Even if I wanted to try and stop you, there is nothing I can do now.
You fasten a pair of leather cuffs around my ankles. I expect you will tie my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, spread-eagling my legs wide, and at the thought of that alone I blush. But that is not what you have in mind at all.
I am so busy thinking about what you might do that I don’t notice what you are doing until it is too late. You link ropes through the d-rings on the cuffs and suddenly you pull on them, taking my legs wide and high above my head. You secure the ends of the ropes to the bed frame behind me, leaving my pussy and my bottom spread open to your gaze.
“It’s a good thing I’m not feeling cruel enough to get the mirror and show you just how exposed you are.”
I can hear the smile in your voice and my blush deepens.
“And how wet.” An exploring finger strokes lightly down my pussy and I quiver.
I struggle and pull against the rope, twisting, trying to cover myself; suddenly shy.
“Go ahead. Wriggle all you like. You can’t get away and you know it. And the more you wriggle… Well, lets just say it makes for very interesting viewing.”
I still immediately, blushing even more. I look away, trying to hide my face against the pillow. I make the tiniest of noises, not much more than a whimper; feeling humiliated and exposed and so turned on because of it.
You laugh softly.
“Oh I’m not done yet, sweetheart. Not nearly. Look at me.”
Shivering, I look into your eyes, knowing that nothing I say, no matter how much I might beg, will make any difference.
“You see, if I just do this… such tiny, light circles, you can’t come, can you? It’s not enough, is it? Watch the clock, Abby. Watch it tick slowly around. I’m not going to give you release for another hour. One whole hour of torment. Of me doing this. And this.”
Your fingers continue exploring and teasing, and I moan and writhe, so close already that it feels almost unbearable.
If you’d like to read more, you can buy the ebook of Coming, Ready or Not.
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